"I don't know him. Please believe me."
"I'm asking you for the last time where you met him." Aeryn asked, moving the knife close to her face. He traced the cutter on her jaw. Alisa stopped her breathing for a moment, or she forgot to take a breath.
"I met him in Italy." Tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Good girl, now tell me what he looks like." Aeryn traced the knife across her face again and again.
"Take it away from my face. Please," Alisa begged for mercy.
Aeryn chuckled, but then he removed the knife and again asked her.
"If you don't want me to hurt you, tell me everything you know. Otherwise, I won't stop until your leg gets separated from your body." Aeryn pierced the knife into her other calf muscle.
She screamed in pain. "Stop it. I'll tell you everything. Just stop it."
"I won't stop until you tell me how you met him and why he put you into my life." Aeryn glared at her, and she instantly spoke.
